Not Much To Look At
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[VERSE I: RUBY DA CHERRY]
Live from the sewer to the gutter
DIRTYNASTY$UICIDE be the mold on the bread like butter
From that triple dollar sign
Grey blade cause a leak from all up under
I'm Papa Pine and my stain is on fleek, motherfucker
Gotta bust a shot upside my fucking head, blunder in thunder
Got a hunna' on the self-sustaining gunner, one bun up in da' oven
Got a bitch switching the covers, I'ma duck her
Pull down the shutters, the number one Stunna
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[VERSE II: Germ]
Up late, tweaking lit like hero
Hunter ugly motherfoe'
With the hold-up hoe, let me hold that throat
Run up in ya' motherfucking pad full of dope
Hall for the lords, am I liking it right?
No way too flame for me, it’s your faithful
Shade what I face and now, look at my feet when I shit you bitch
I'm ready for whatever, kill me now don't kill me later
Bitch, I'm solid rocking diamonds
That yo' mamma was poorly lacking
I'm the fuckin captain now, tossed a couple of bodies overboard
I'm the tackle overlord, hoe
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[VERSE III: $LICK $LOTH]
Empty bottles on my table with some residue
Been choppin' pills and shootin' boys since I was 22
Heart got colder, I got older
Developed a motive
Bound for Angola
Trapped in NOLA
No head on my shoulders
Ridin' 'round with a pistol
To some, I’m a symbol
Stuck in Limbo with my kinfolk
Tell death to be gentle
Let's just end this life
Just end it right
One to my temple
That when I worship–
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